The works of the Rev. John Wesley, Vol. 14 (of 32)Wesley, John
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The works of the Rev. John Wesley, Vol. 14 (of 32)
Wesley, John
Methodist Church; Theology -- Early works to 1800; Theology -- History -- 18th century
I CAN truly say, that I _would_ with joy devote all I have, and all
I am to God, and gladly spend every hour in his service, But the
difficulties I find in the way are _indeed insuperable_ to _me_, though
not so I think to every one, at least if I may judge from some few
instances I have seen since my acquaintance with _you_.――You yourself,
_even outwardly_, appear to me to spend every hour to the glory of God;
and for this reason I look upon you to be the happiest of mankind. When
I see you spent with fatigue, your eyes half closed, and your outward
man seeming to _hasten_ to its dissolution, though I would freely give
my own life and strength to increase yours, I almost _envy_ you this
_glorious fatigue_, and say to myself, How happy, how blessed is this
man, thus to _spend_ and be _spent_ in the service of his Redeemer!
Think me not presumptuous when I say, that I place you constantly
before my mind, as my _living_ example. Outwardly it certainly is
impossible for me to follow you, but inwardly!――Oh, Sir, that I could
in every faculty of my _soul_ be a follower of you, even as _you
are_ of _Christ_!――You bid me _love enough_; and doubtless if I could
_love enough_, I should (as you say) do enough, for _perfect_ love
is _perfect liberty_, liberty to conquer all sin, and attain to all
holiness. This is the glorious privilege of the children of God; and
this my soul pants after. But though I can sincerely say, that I love
God above all things, yet it is very evident that I do not love enough,
because the fruits of this perfect love are not produced in my soul.
Sometimes my enemies seem intirely conquered, and my mind is smooth
and calm, as were the waters after Christ had said to them, _Peace,
be still_. But when I seem thus strong, I am (to my inexpressible
shame and confusion) found to be _weakness_ itself: some trifle, which
perhaps had appeared too contemptible even to be thought of, will be
the means of my _inwardly_ falling. But thanks be to God I have this
given me,
“Quick as the apple of an eye,
The slightest touch of sin to feel.”
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